"What else?"

Seeing Xinsu's appearance, the uneasiness in Dongfang Yunlie's eyes became even stronger, and his intuition told him that Xinsu had brought worse news.

Sure enough, when Xinsu saw him ask like this, her furrowed brows tightened a little tighter at this time, and she took a deep breath with determination, and she spoke: "Lord Wang, Bi Ying is dead. ”

"Dead ?!!"

Although he was mentally prepared to accept the bad news, Xinsu's answer was still like a heavy bomb, and it was thrown in front of Dongfang Yunlie without warning, making him shout without the slightest mental preparation, and the whole person almost bounced off the chair.

In the past few days, he has always quietly looked at Jiu'er's painful appearance and didn't dare to speak out, pinning all his hopes on Bi Ying, as long as he can find Bi Ying, Jiu'er will be saved.

finally looked forward to Xinsu's return, but what he brought him was an answer that made him completely desperate.

He looked at Xinsu's frowning appearance completely unacceptably, and it took a while to reluctantly find his voice, "Dead ......"

In the low voice, there was still disbelief, "Really...... He's dead? ”

"Yes, Lord Wang."

Xinsu stiffened, twisted his eyebrows and nodded, "My subordinates used friends I knew in the rivers and lakes to inquire, half a month ago, Bi Ying suddenly made a windfall, and not long after leaving the capital, he was killed outside Yuncheng. ”

Xinsu's answer made Dongfang Yunlie's eyes move slightly, and an incredible thought flashed from his eyes.

Capital...... made a windfall......

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his eyes to Xinsu and asked, "Did those people say what Bi Ying looks like?" ”

Xin Su didn't know why Dongfang Yunlie asked like this, and after a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, he replied: "The slave heard them say that he regards wealth as his life, a short and fat old man, and a ...... with white hair."

Speaking of this, Xin Su paused, and at the same time, as if he thought of something, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Dongfang Yunlie, and exclaimed, "Lord Wang! ”

A short, stocky old man with white hair...... Isn't that ......

"That's right, it's him, he's the one who pretended to be Bu Fu to detoxify Jiu'er."

Dongfang Yunlie spoke in a hoarse voice, and in his deep voice, he couldn't hear any emotion, but faintly, so that Xinsu heard a little self-blame and sarcasm.

"Lord ......"

Xinsu opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but saw Dongfang Yunlie waving her hand weakly, "You go down." ”

"Yes, lord."

Xinsu raised his eyes, glanced at Dongfang Yunlie uneasily, frowned again, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of Dongfang Yunlie's room.

After the door was closed, Dongfang Yunlie suddenly laughed, he shook his head while laughing, this laughter was a little eroding, and in his dark eyes, there was a thick self-blame.

Hearing a "bang-" sound, the table in front of him was shattered in half, the teapot on the table shattered to the ground, and he sat down on the ground, laughing more and more cold and biting.

"It's me...... It's me again......"

His fists clenched at this moment, and his palms unconsciously clenched the fragments of the teapot beside him, and the sharp porcelain pieces dug deep into his palms, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Self-blame and guilt were already like thousands of sharp swords at this time, constantly stabbing at his heart, each knife was deeply pierced in his heart, making him unable to breathe.